A wedding party was in its death throes as we entered this place. Soaking wet, we decided not to cross the dance floor where some bridesmaids were dancing and instead cut through a narrow area where the groomsmen were hanging out. One of them was yapping on his cell phone and wouldn’t step out of the way, and B accidentally knocked him down. B helped him right himself and apologized and he walked back to the bar.

We found ourselves against a barrier that was new to us but we would eventually experience many more times in our barhopping careers — the sheer limit of stomach volume. There simply wasn’t room in there to squeeze in any more beer.

Luckily they had $1 shot specials. Problem solved! We went for Kamikaze shots.

When we left B cut across the dance floor to avoid tipping over any more groomsmen.

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Some people collect autographs, some collect antiques, others collect stamps. My hobby is a little different, I collect bars. This site represents my collection, documenting each bar I visit.

This is not a review site, there's plenty of those already. Most posts in this bar diary are slice-of-life recaps of the half hour or so I spent having a beer. I hope you enjoy browsing through my collection!